The bullet tore through his shoulder and right into the bike, it was no wonder he spun out and the world rolled with him. Chibs was there in the same second, pulling his bike to a dangerously fast stop and sprinting towards him in the same second.
"Juice!" He was off the ground as fast as he'd been on it, feet having no cotrol of being pulled forward. Chibs was already back on his bike as the bullets continued whizzing around them, and he hesitated for a second at the indignation, no the insult of what he realized he'd have to do. A guy, SamCro did not ride bitch.
"Get on ya idiot!" And he was holding tight to Chibs back and screaming at him to get moving.
They sped off until finally Chibs lost them, and Juice didn't know what had him breathing harder, the pain vibrating through him despite the bikes engine being cut off, or the adrenaline stretched from here back to where he'd crashed.
"Juicy boy!" Chibs was taking off his helmet and already bent down, peeling back the layer of clothes, straining a bit as they remained clinging to him with sticky blood.
He couldn't uncurl his arm from his side, like it had been cemented in place and he hissed in pain as Chibs tried to force him too anyways.
"Thanks man," he finally breathed out as a wave of lava could have been dumped on his shoulder instead of Chibs' gentle probing around the wound. "For the save," he clarified, knowing it had been just as against Chibs instinct to get him out the way he had.
His friend was digging out his phone with one hand to relay to the others what had happened while he was rooting around for something to put on the weeping wound.
"Right, yeah, you owe me one," he muttered, fighting back a smile. If only he'd ever paid him back in kind.